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celebrating the artfully impractical est 1987

Apr 19

Apr 19 Name of The Lion

Voltron (he who is the Legendary Defender) has no less than his fifth season on Netflix. I have been waiting quite patiently for it, at least since the moment I finished watching season four in a single, seizure-inducing sitting.

These lions were made for splashing and it’s not like the gatekeepers can’t pay rent,

Unfortunately, I fear I am somewhat late to the party this time round as for some reason, none of my usual information brokers deigned to mention it even in passing. There wasn’t even a splash page on the viewing portal, I swear. These lions were made for splashing and it’s not like the gatekeepers can’t pay rent, aka ‘afford a suitably verbose marketing machine’. It’s hyper vivid and I suspect it demands watching with something approaching immediacy. All fourteen of my phantom appendages are itching in their respective dimensions.

I can’t begin to fathom how anyone walks away from something so inherently lovable as a basset hound, let alone one named Rupert.

One of my new regulars at my weird little shop comes complete with his very own basset hound, named Rupert. I’m not even kidding. He came from a rescue centre and not just any rescue centre - a specific rescue centre for abandoned basset hounds. Apparently that’s what some people do: they abandon basset hounds. I mean, I guess you have your priorities and life is a bit of jigsaw sometimes but…really? I can’t begin to fathom how anyone walks away from something so inherently lovable as a basset hound, let alone one named Rupert. Give him his own franchise and kids book by all means but don’t leave him by the side of the road in a cardboard box, waiting for the RSPCA to come shoot a b&w ad for daytime TV. Paddington ain’t got snout on this dog.

I’m fairly sure I walked in at the end, which was wondrous because I could binge those tomes from island to the void and back again.

Having finally cleared most of my current mountain, I decided it was finally time to head back to Earthsea. Like many, I grew up with these books - devouring them in great, dragon-shaped swathes - long before I went to Hogwarts. I'm fairly sure I walked in at the end, which was wondrous because I could binge those tomes from island to the void and back again. And you know, she'd like, finished them. Well, there was that one in 2001 but at least the whole thing was...whole. Relatively. I never felt like she was threatening to pull the rug, turn me back on my ass or hold the whole fracking thing to ransom. I'm looking at you Pat.

Le Guin didn’t just forge a great work of fiction; in that world and that story, she discovered something timeless.

I understand a whole bunch of origin stories start small, go away, get smart then return like the big swinger for their end. That is the form. Ged quite literally ran goats ragged on a little island that could, in a universe partially parallel have been the village where I germinated. Le Guin didn’t just forge a great work of fiction; in that world and that story, she discovered something timeless. Not to rob the author of her craft - shouldn't, wouldn't couldn't - but it does feel at times as though she simply pushed away the clay to unearth the fossil within. It's masterful.

You don't have to agree with me. It's just something, ya know? Like home: Much in the same way that we all have to go home sometimes (something far oft more easily said than done), I needs must make this pilgrimage back to Gont. I need to pay my respects.

Recent Alchemy..

One year ago, we decided to put all of our things in one place, smash them together and see what happened. The result is pretty much what you’re looking at: A little lit, some travel, buckets of vinyl, a liberal sprinkling of film, far too much TV and hella video games.

Today is both a Thursday and also the Advent of Cupid’s Carnal Rites. Aren’t you the luckiest little biscuit? Maybe you don’t care. Perhaps you have someone else who does care and that is both a good and funny thing, fraught with sweat and elbows.

‘Alita: Battle Angel’ is a treat. I was initially confused by the release date as for some reason it appears our American cousins aren’t getting it until The Day Of Love, also known as February 14th. We’ve actually had it here in Drowntown since last Wednesday but no-one really seemed sure as to when we might catch a glimpse of this angelic beast.

It was only natural that I would be drawn like a fuzzy, ill-formed moth to Jim Guthrie’s haunted score for Capybara’s ‘Below’. He worked on the thing for five years. Possibly using a PS1 and MTV Music Maker. I find myself somewhat in awe.

We’re this far into EA’s agreement with Disney and we have only…two distinctly average [at best] games to show for it? My only conclusion is that Disney gives no cares about the games market and is sleeping on a monster trick with a large number of zeros attached to it.